Change in Perspective
This Sunday,
I spent the day going through pretty much everything I own to get rid
of things that I don't want to move in a month. Let me just say I fear
for my future because get me in a house and I will accumulate crap like its
my job. The amount of random stuff I have from just two years in an
apartment amazed me.
I can see my future now, me, my 5 cats, and my sister calling hoarders because she fears for my safety....and hears meowing coming from inside the walls....
I will say, though, that it was a LOT of fun going through old pictures. I have always been a picture whore. I remember when Facebook first started tagging photos and there was that number under our picture- I was very near 1,000 at that time- an average much higher than my friends.
Sunday, I found pictures from my entire life. My ugly middle school days (I was tempted to burn those pictures...good lord I wasn't cute), my high school memories (proms, pool days with friends), my sister's wedding, college nights, everything. I sat on my bedroom floor going through some of my boxes of pictures and just laughed. Some of my favorites included:
-A picture of me kissing a guy that I had a HUGE crush on in high school. Krissy and I had visited IU for a weekend our senior year, and I FINALLY kissed him- and she snapped a shot. Somewhat embarrassing now, but still hilarious
-Several pictures of Kelley, Stephanie, and me doing the classic spice girls "peace sign" pose. There was also a photo of me wearing a spice girls shirt. I'm not sure how to react.
-a LOT of pictures from IU and some Pizza Express cups in hand
-Several years worth of "Puke Fest" photos.
-Pictures of me and the girls dancing in the bed of pickup trucks. Bonfires. Boys with guitars.
-Pictures of me and my senior prom date. He has since passed away and while we didn't stay close into college, I will cherish those forever
-Several shots of Stephanie and I in her basement, because her sister Laura was apparently an amateur photographer and we were her models
It was really fun to look back at my life. It's easy to forget where you've come from. Often times I find myself dwelling on the future, or the painful parts of my past. Pictures are great because they are taken during the happy moments. Not one picture brought me any pain. Just a LOT of laughter....and a little wonder (seriously, some of my fashion and hair choices....)
I am so lucky to have the life I have. Things will always come up. Life will always throw you off course. However, the big picture is in those small moments.I have had some really really great small moments.
I can see my future now, me, my 5 cats, and my sister calling hoarders because she fears for my safety....and hears meowing coming from inside the walls....
I will say, though, that it was a LOT of fun going through old pictures. I have always been a picture whore. I remember when Facebook first started tagging photos and there was that number under our picture- I was very near 1,000 at that time- an average much higher than my friends.
Sunday, I found pictures from my entire life. My ugly middle school days (I was tempted to burn those pictures...good lord I wasn't cute), my high school memories (proms, pool days with friends), my sister's wedding, college nights, everything. I sat on my bedroom floor going through some of my boxes of pictures and just laughed. Some of my favorites included:
-A picture of me kissing a guy that I had a HUGE crush on in high school. Krissy and I had visited IU for a weekend our senior year, and I FINALLY kissed him- and she snapped a shot. Somewhat embarrassing now, but still hilarious
-Several pictures of Kelley, Stephanie, and me doing the classic spice girls "peace sign" pose. There was also a photo of me wearing a spice girls shirt. I'm not sure how to react.
-a LOT of pictures from IU and some Pizza Express cups in hand
-Several years worth of "Puke Fest" photos.
-Pictures of me and the girls dancing in the bed of pickup trucks. Bonfires. Boys with guitars.
-Pictures of me and my senior prom date. He has since passed away and while we didn't stay close into college, I will cherish those forever
-Several shots of Stephanie and I in her basement, because her sister Laura was apparently an amateur photographer and we were her models
It was really fun to look back at my life. It's easy to forget where you've come from. Often times I find myself dwelling on the future, or the painful parts of my past. Pictures are great because they are taken during the happy moments. Not one picture brought me any pain. Just a LOT of laughter....and a little wonder (seriously, some of my fashion and hair choices....)
I am so lucky to have the life I have. Things will always come up. Life will always throw you off course. However, the big picture is in those small moments.I have had some really really great small moments.
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